It was a cold night. Yumi Hiroshi was cuddled in her duvet, but the cold penetrated her anyway. She couldn't sleep properly, kept dreaming of terrible things, loud screams from people who were killed. The screams got louder and louder, almost as if they actually existed. She startled and looked out the window, she saw fire everywhere. Frozen with fear, she sat in her bed for a few moments, when she finally realized the situation, she stormed into the kitchen, then into every other room. Her parents were nowhere to be found. What should she do? If she were to go out, she would suffer the same fate as the Hiroshi clan right now. Or would you spare a little 6 year old girl? That was rather unlikely. Yumi looked around, she had to find a way to hide. Hadn't her parents talked about a secret room under the kitchen floor? She rushed back to the kitchen and crawled on the floor to examine the floorboards. In fact, she found one that she could lift. A wooden staircase appeared in front of her that led down into the darkness. Should she take a candle? No, that was too dangerous, under no circumstances should she be discovered. So she slowly felt her way into the darkness and locked the secret entrance behind her. She was sure no one would notice her here. So she waited there, waiting in silence, listening to the slaughter. Again and again she wondered what was going on with her parents. Were they still alive? Perhaps they were also in hiding and would embrace her again after the battle? At this thought, a small smile flickered over her face, which was stifled by the falling tears. In fact, she knew they were out there fighting. And she also knew that they would not survive this fight. She sat against the wall, her legs pressed against her body and her head on her knees. She sobbed softly. She knew that her life would be very different from now on, since that night it had been destroyed and nothing and no one would ever be able to fill this gap again.

She pressed her hands to her ears, she no longer wanted to hear these inhuman noises, did not want to imagine the images of this battle. She hoped that she would wake up soon and her mother would stroke her cheek, saying that everything is fine and that it was just a bad dream. But it was the ice cold reality. She leaned her head against the wall, her tears slowly dried up, it grew quieter, the enemy retreated. Nobody had discovered her, she had survived, possibly the only one in the entire clan.